The Underbelly Of The Omega-13

Day 113: As a big fan of the movie "Galaxy Quest," I always refer to this view as "the underbelly of the Omega-13." If you don't have a clue, you really need to watch the film, especially if you love "Star Trek." And if you are a "Star Trek" aficionado who is also a weaver, you'll understand when I say that this is what happens after you enhance the dilithium matrix in/on the warp core. If you are still in the dark here, just go away. You're using up valuable oxygen.

What you see here is the reverse side of the "Scandinavian Favourite" crackle-weave tablecloth I'm currently weaving. Note that I say "reverse," because there is no actual "wrong" or "right" side to this particular fabric. The "back" has red diamonds on a white ground solely because that's the way I threaded it. The "front" has white diamonds on a red ground, exactly opposite to this. When the tablecloth is complete, I'll be able to use either side as the mood strikes me. This pattern is proving to be rather demanding with respect to keeping the motifs the same size along the length. Several times, I've had to unweave half a diamond and replace it in order to stay within the acceptable tolerance of "two inches plus one throw." Measurement is critical when you're weaving patterned panels. Small variations can be eased as the panels are sewn together, but only within certain limits. And because we weavers are human, not Vulcan, we beat irregularly depending on our emotional state.

Gorignak Goes Camping

Day 299: "Computer, is there a replacement beryllium sphere on board?" The crew of the NSEA Protector has landed on Planet Longmire and little do they know that Gorignak the Rock Monster is waiting for them as they search for a replacement beryllium sphere. Commander Peter Quincy Taggart has run up against this beast once before and barely escaped with his life. Will the intrepid crew survive another encounter? Or will the Campground Host have to intervene?

"Galaxy Quest" meets the National Park Service! Gorignak appeared mysteriously on top of a stump at the rear of the Community Building recently, and his origin is a matter of conjecture. I think I detect the hand of our departing campground hosts in his physical engineering. He's very solidly built, and stands ready to greet anyone approaching the registration table. He won't allow fires in any undesignated location, and enforces quiet hours with a firm fist. Pick up your trash and be sure you put your food in the approved "bear box" storage containers or you may find yourself wishing for a digital conveyor to whisk your atoms to safety.